Gravy Is Important...

Hello...

The Gods gave us the oven and the 'Roast' - chop all the veg up and slam it into the oven and then go get drunk...

Ah - but then there is the gravy - I used to say to hell with it all - yeah thats what I used to say - and made my gravy with all the drippings and other chunks scraped from the the bottom of the roaster...

But this year - I ran same thru a collander or seive or whatever - and I said to my wife - 'THIS IS GOOD' - as she ducked the hot bits of fat and other being flung about the room by my mad whisking...

I WAS FEARLESS AND FEELING NO PAIN - as I had donned my Rum and Egg Nog - it was beautiful - I whisked the gravy - and may I say - VIGORIOUSLY - with one hand while I dodged the flesh burning fatty bits with my glass of Rum and well - a little Egg Nog - I was like Wonder Woman and her bullet dodging bracelets - It must have been something to see - from my wifes point of view - I remember her crawling upon the floor in search of refuge..

I looked at my wife - as she crawled in vain to some area of respite - and I thought - DAMN - she looks a lot like Linda Carter - really - HMMM...

AHEM - we must stop this thought there - I know I stopped stirring the pot around or about this time...

So - to put a pun to Van De Rohe - 'the details are in the gravy' - or - 'God is in the gravy'...

Gravy is good and it demands our attention...

From now on - I will base my attentions and design philosophy around the quality of 'the gravy'...

Whenever I am getting stumped - I will roast some meat and make more gravy...

So I can watch my wife duck and dodge - and imagine her in a Wonder Woman suit...

Has anyone seen my mind - I remember leaving it somewhere - there was a tree...

Yum...

SH.

 

When I was in Australia studying... booz and curry gravy is a passage of youth, I had a choice of 20 curry in the shop, eat me fill and throw up when exit... I meet all sort of Australian teaching me to throw up...

I like my gravy with black guiness when cooking... thick and blackish...

 

gravy is for loosers - it masks the taste of the poorly cooked meat and should be seen as an insult to the chef - not only that I don't like slop!!!

 

Slop!!...Thats the food of sailors....Why if it wasnt for slop, I wouldnt be the overwieght, cancer laiden man I am today.

 

Ah Sirius you knew and no doubt sailed with the same cooks as I did! Amazing how no matter the country or fleet the cooks are trained in the same way!!



No doubt I will have some cook whinging about this - unfortunately it seems true!

 

Oooooh Safie, I feel sorry for you, I could make a sauce for you where you would have the sauce only especially my "sweet & sour". I used to put it in with the pork pieces in 'Chinese night' dinners & some who hadn't tried the sauce (like you) would want separation, which pleased the knowledgeable who would indulge their taste buds (and alcohol cravings) on the liquid nectar.

I also make a 'power soup" based on various fungi & flying-fox meat etc....

 

There are certain 'cu-seens' that require the sauce as part of the dish, e.g. sweet and sour! There are others were the addition of a 'slop' will, in my opinion only ruin the dish, or mask its flafour if poorly cooked, e.g. roast turkey and trimmings - now thats what I'm on about - the 'grave-y' other sauces are not mentioned!

 

Gravy is important

Ah sweet memories of youth, Walrus. Mincing down the 'slop' line with the mess-tin at the ready...Sausage, beans, fried-egg, chips (french-fries to the US readers), apricots and custard - with a generous lump of gravy - all mixed in....

"I say, Chiefie old chap...cook's put it all in one dish...."

"It mixes in yer gut, don't it....? Now get it down yer...or you'll be on report...."

 

Linda Carter was SO hot

Jimbo

 

What was the name of that Swedish bird that did a song on the back of a truck going through the centre of New york. You know --oh ---err-- whats er name ---you know. Bjorn or Djok or something.

Horrible little mousy faced pratt. I think she got arrested for sucking on Volvo tail pipes

 

Yo Walrus --do you eat battleships down your way.

Its a meat pie in soup.

Ille bet your Mum made you that didnt she?--- eh-- Ille bet she did.

I used to sneak into the Salvation army soup kitchen. I used to say I was cleaning the chimney.

 

What's a meat pie in mushy peas?

 

Errr,--- meat pie and peas.

Dont forget the HP sauce, inedible without.

By appointment the her majesty the Queen, No not Elton John.

 

Gravy is important

This dear Masalai, is what sets the civilised man above the Australian......
Mushy peas - shucked peas beaten to a pulp in a zinc bucket, with a dash of vinegar (or lemon juice)...plus a hint of black pepper.
Served on a 'real' pie (not the ersatz Aussie variety) with, as Frosty suggests, a smear of HP (certainly never tomato ketchup).
Once assembled - throw in the bin, and eat the chips....

 

I was trying to pander to the tastes (lack of) so far expressed by others - including wonder woman in her wonder (blow-up) bra? Almost as sexless as the "iron lady"? and appear to wear bullet proof under-ware, have no nipples and declare "no sex - were brutish".